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Post by twistedangel on Aug 1, 2017 2:09:32 GMT -5
Lost to us, the Stones song Yet amid their presence Once tourists have left When silence maybe heard once more
Does one hear faint echoes? Vibrations of distant ancestral memories
None truly knows Educated or fanciful guesses I know not their words Only faint melodies Of defiance of hope
Tangible monoliths proud We are here, Here we stand Unmoving Learning from past Toward future summers Stone sentinels Seasons watchmen
These...me own meanings Yet only one truth I know Here among the Stones I feel home For I'm no longer Afraid
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Post by twistedangel on Aug 4, 2017 1:39:53 GMT -5
Lol me own Welsh is 100% Google translate, the title roughly translates as Stones Song...erm hopefully You right home is not a place..but a feeling, an the fear...hmm if i could put it into words id have written me best poem ever by now
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